![]() ![]() It was the first time I got “lost” in a book. Crae’s chill factor and desire for lust, value for humour and inability to suffer fools. I had Woodraw Call’s inability to emotionally connect with the opposite sex, making life about work and a sense of pride to ruled all decisions. ![]() I carried the seven hundred pager with me and quickly turn to it the moment that annoying ache would creep in – quickly finding myself in both of the novel’s protagonists. I took on the epic, Lonesome Dove, as a way to replace longing. Books are like a grind- wheel and I was lucky to discover this following my break- up with Anita. One that demanded a recovery that I couldn’t quite allow myself to accept. ![]() ![]() I was simply a craftsman with sharpened tools being used as a conduit, however, the process was an ass- kicking emotional purge. The process received my best, my most vulnerable – but in hindsight, I didn’t do anything. Based on an extraordinary experience that turned all beliefs on their head, it forced me to begin looking inward as a man. The well went dry in the process of crafting the vision I had for a concept record. Having just finished up the recording process to what will be my fifth full length record, I was beating myself up regardless of my good intensions. I’d wake at an early set alarm in an attempt to get a head start on the day, my routine consisted of a half- pot of coffee and one of five or six books I was ingesting simultaneously. In mid August of last year a tension found its way into my mornings. ![]()
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